I felt as if I would spew throw up over everybody on the plane like a garden hose as the plane violently shook with the wind. When the plane landed in the San Diego airport I walked off the plane after the six hour long ride, with legs made of Jell-O. I wished I could just fall over into icy cold water because it was so hot in San Diego. It felt like five hundred degrees outside the airport because I wasn’t not used to the California heat.
One day when me and my family where walking through San Diego’s “Mexico City,” we walked into a little souvenir shop and I got a little shiny bull. The bull glimmered when the sun’s rays hit the shiny little reflector plates. The reflector plates are rainbow colored. That bull will help me remember San Diego.
When I went to Sea World I really wanted to feed the rays. I fed the rays little pieces of herring. The herring was squishy and slimy. The rays’ backs feel like slick glass, with frog slime poured all over it. I also got to feel an Atlantic Sturgeon’s back. A sturgeon is a big fish. The sturgeon’s back felt like a two hundred year-old, somewhat-spiny shield, rough as sandpaper.
And when we went to the San Diego Zoo, we saw a million different kinds of animals. The rhinos’ skin looked too big for their bodies, baggy and wrinkly. And the mountain goats’ horns were hard like hundred year-old bones, that weren’t preserved very well. The horns were yellowish and brownish.
On the plane ride back to Boston, there was a guy next to me who was sleeping. He snored like a troll with a stuffy nose, full of mucus. He was snoring the entire plane ride back to Boston. But when the plane finally landed and we got off I couldn’t believe that we were back home. The Hancock Building was the sign that we were in Boston. I think everyone should go to San Diego.